LOGINWhen Grace entered her suite, she found James pacing the room. The moment his eyes landed on her, his annoyance was unmistakable; a deep, heavy frown carved into his face. Yet, as if she hadn’t noticed his agitation at all, Grace ignored him completely. She offered a faint, practiced smile before disappearing into the bathroom.James shook his head, waiting impatiently for her to emerge. When the door finally opened, Grace stepped out, her face fresh and still damp from being washed.She moved to the vanity and settled onto the stool, calmly pulling a comb through her long hair. Realizing she was intentionally avoiding him, James walked over and stood directly behind her. She lifted her eyes, meeting his gaze in the mirror, and smiled again. That smile only irritated James further—it was the smile of someone who knew exactly how much they were provoking their partner.“Grace, what was that?” he snapped, unable to hold back his anger a second longer.“What was what?” Grace asked, still
“Bella! Bella!” Rose called out, breathless as she rushed after her.Isabella, who had sought refuge in the quiet of the pack’s garden, turned back to see Rose hurrying toward her.“Rose, what are you doing here?” Isabella asked, her voice soft but weary. “Shouldn't you be finishing your breakfast?”“Not without my Luna,” Rose insisted, her voice breaking as her lips trembled with sorrow.She hated this—every second of it. She couldn't stand to see Isabella cast out like a stranger when she deserved so much more. Isabella didn't deserve this coldness, not as their Luna, not as her brother’s wife, and certainly not as the only friend who had ever been truly fun and loving toward her. Isabella let out a small, dry snort. “Hush. If your mother hears you say that, you’ll be in deep trouble. No one here considers me their Luna anymore.”“No, Luna. It isn't about what they think—it doesn't change the truth of who you are to this pack.”The deep, steady voice made both of them turn their he
Killian remained a statue, his expression unreadable, though his jaw was set tight. He was caught in a lethal trap of his own making. If he stepped in now to shield Isabella, he would expose his hand to the enemies lurking within his own walls. He needed them to believe he was indifferent. He needed them to underestimate her.‘Stand down, Ethan,’ Killian’s voice sliced back through the link, cold and authoritative. ‘My Luna is not a fragile thing. She isn't weak. Let her fight her own battles.’‘But Alpha...’ Ethan began to protest.‘Ethan, enough. I would handle it,’ Killian’s voice cut through the mind-link, heavy with his Alpha authority. He stepped forward toward the dining table, his presence commanding the room.“What is going on here?” he asked, his tone laced with annoyance. “I will not have any drama at the breakfast table.”“Killian, this isn't a drama; it's about our rights,” Grace said, her voice dripping with artificial sorrow. “We cannot be expected to break bread with t
While the Alpha had a secret meeting with his Beta in his study, Isabella returned to the pack house. After a long, warm, and soothing shower to wash away the scent of her mate from their passionate sex under the waterfall, she made her way to the kitchens. Despite her title, she had always found peace in helping the Omegas with the morning meal. To her, being a Luna wasn't just about leading; it was about nourishing the pack she loved.Usually, the kitchen was a symphony of laughter and clattering pans. The Omegas would beam at the sight of her, honored that their Luna would grace them with her presence, her sweet conversation, and her motivating spirit. In a world where no one looked upon an Omega with true respect, Isabella had been their light.But today, the air was frigid.The clatter of knives sounded like a warning, and the silence was heavy enough to suffocate. Isabella moved toward the prep station, but the Omegas instinctively shifted away. They didn't look up. They didn't
“What did you find?” Killian demanded as Ethan stepped into his office.Ethan closed the heavy door behind him and approached the Alpha’s desk, a sealed moon-scribe scroll clutched in his hand.“Alpha, the moon-seers’ death reading report for Maya has arrived,” Ethan said grimly. “And what they discovered… it defies everything we expected.. It’s something the pack has never encountered before.”“Stop circling the truth and get to the point,” Killian snapped, his patience wearing dangerously thin.After everything that had happened, this matter was tearing him apart. The woman who had once saved his life was now dead—killed, everyone believed, by the woman he loved.
The beast sounded lethal, its predatory anger rising like a tide as it realized their Luna was leaving the sanctuary of their arms. The bond was screaming at them to give chase, to reclaim what they had just branded as theirs.‘She doesn't want to stay,’ Killian murmured to his wolf. His voice was thick with a despair that no Alpha King should ever possess. Alphas were built to be conquerors, bred to take what they desired regardless of anyone’s will, yet here he stood—rendered powerless by a single woman’s retreat.‘No. She cannot leave us. You are a fucking coward, Killian,’ his wolf’s rage ignited, the mental snarl echoing in his skull as Isabella took another agonizing step away from the river’s edge.‘She doesn't want us. Accept it damnit,’ Killian snapped back, his frustration boiling over. He felt pathetic, a fool for letting his heart be held hostage by a woman who seemed so ready to walk away.‘She loves us, Killian. Or she wouldn't have stayed after the way you treated her—t
She drew in a sharp breath, nerves coiling inside her as something strange stirred once again. Her shy wolf, too, awakened at his nearness. Her name rolled off his warm tongue, sounding entirely different—richer, deeper—in the husky timbre of his voice. She dared not look up at his face to see his
Holding the ends of his shirt, he yanked it over his head and threw it behind him. It landed somewhere in the room.He was completely naked, standing in front of her, but she couldn’t see him as her eyes were closed.He gripped her thighs and gently moved them apart. He admired her one more time. S
“What's wrong?” Isabella frowned, confused. She was staring at his neck, and his hands instinctively went to touch it.“There are so many hickeys on your neck,” Rose said, pointing.Oh. Isabella’s cheeks flushed at the memory of it. Surely, there were more marks elsewhere on her body.“Tell me… who
Isabella woke to an empty room. Killian had never returned. He must have gone to spend the night with his girlfriend. Yes—of course—that had to be it.Still, the thought brought an awful, twisting ache to her chest. He had made it clear last night that he loved someone else.Fine. She could endu







